is to do it yourself.
But before you start to think my husband is a total heel for sending his accident-prone, blood-thinner ingesting wife up a ladder with a saw, I was the one who insisted the branch had to come down. Now. He was busy cleaning out the raspberry patch, and I actually had been busy taking out another entire tree prior to this.... I also had removed another huge branch off the birch tree too. I thought I was really smart and I just jumped really high, grabbed the branch confident that my weight would break the branch off. And it did, faster than I thought , so my leap through the air ended up with me right smack on my rear end. I am glad it happened in the back yard.
This isn't even the finished pile. (My batteries ran out before we were able to finish.) I also wish I had thought to take before and after pictures, because our back yard looks so much larger now with so many of the cluttered branches gone. Anyone want to come over for a bonfire and some marshmallows?
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Husband here... This is how the scenario played out... I began cleaning out the raspberry wing of our palatial estate and was deep into the stuff (and collecting my quota of slivers) when my lovely wife hearkened me to help her on a project she started on the west wing. Lovingly (and with much adoration mind you) I stated that I would finish my project and gladly (with much happiness) help her cut the branches.
For those who know Nat you will also know that patience is a virtue that she hasn't quite been able to sew a Martha Stewart bag around ;)
So... without hesitation the culprit starts on the death defying project. Upon completion of the previously stated project I proceeded to said vicinity upon which the loving defendant sees his bride high upon a step ladder.
At this point it felt quite fairy talesque. Should I climb the ladder with her to prove my devotion to her project (and to steal a kiss) or... should I grab the camera and capture such a rare death defying moment.
Me thinketh I should have avoided the camera as that single photo of her was taken in the 2 MINUTES she was on the ladder and it neglects the 2 HOURS I spent in the most perilous of positions trying to cut branches where the air isn't quite as dense. (Jon Krakauer could have written a book about that afternoon)
All the while having my bride lavish me with praise about how strong and nimble I was... "if only that one branch waaaaay up there could be cut out I'd think even more great things about you. Couldn't you just hug the tree tight to climb way up there and jump over to that branch?"
So... long story purposely long... there is always a slight change in the story when a spouse is so blinded by her love to her fairy tale prince. Now where are those tweezers...
thanks for sharing from the other side. it could be a full time job for you just setting the record straight after her entries. tell us more!!
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